Confessions of a Good Girl
In my thirties, I have had two abortions, six years apart. I tell no one. I perpetuate the shame of every woman who has ever chosen to terminate an unwelcome pregnancy—with my silence.
...moreIn my thirties, I have had two abortions, six years apart. I tell no one. I perpetuate the shame of every woman who has ever chosen to terminate an unwelcome pregnancy—with my silence.
...more“Seaweed?” I ask, feeling simultaneously perplexed and defeated. “The surgeon is going to put seaweed in my vagina?”
...moreMy husband, Devan, wants to know when he can stop lying to everyone he cares about. He’s talking about the baby, the fact that we’re having one (if all goes well) in early October.
...moreA few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be around while one of my best friends gave birth to a baby boy. It was an amazing experience. As a result, unfortunately, I had to spend a lot of time at SF General.
...moreAnd I’m back! Thanks very much to Michael Berger for filling in for me while I was gone! He did a damn fine job.
Lots has happened over the last few weeks:
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